And no one saw her set the jar down by the door.
No one except the prisoner inside heard her knock.
"Have you water, Jaimihr-sahib ?" she inquired.
The East has a hundred florid epithets for one used in the West; and in a land where water is as scarce as gold and far more precious the mention of water to a thirsty man calls forth a flood of thought such as only music or perhaps religion can produce in luckier climes.

Jaimihr waxed eloquent; more eloquent than even water might have made him had another--had even another woman--brought it.

He recognized her voice, and said things to her that roused all the anger that she knew.

She had not come to be made love to.
She thought, though, of his thirst.

She remembered that within an hour or two he might be raving for another reason and with other words.